People ask all the time, "What are you thinking?" It's my least favorite question in the world. The last bastion of solace is my mind. It's an invasion.

I'm an F-18, bro, and I will destroy you in the air and deploy my ordnance to the ground.

I don't have a tuxedo that fits anymore because my chest and my biceps are too big.

I gotta take the baton from Chuck Norris.

I'm still alive, which is pretty cool.

What you come to discover is, it isn't how you get there, it's that you get there. If that's what it took to get me where I'm at today, so be it.

I was bangin’ 7 gram rocks and finishing them because that’s how I roll